My Dream Is You

Summary:
Bella is about to jump off the cliff, but someone stops her... someone she thought had forgotten her a long time ago. “Bella,” growled a voice. It wasn't the voice in my head, not at all. My head whipped around. I was startled to see that someone had been watching me.

Notes:
Okay, so I deleted my other story. I'll put it back up later. I have to figure it out. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going with this one though, so here ya are.

11. It's Foggy

“Glad to have it over with?” asked Edward. After the wolves left, the reception finished without a hitch. Alice's party planning skills were not something to be taken lightly. When she got in her party mood, there was nothing stopping her from doing something phenomenal. When it ended, Alice herded Edward and I into his Volvo and all but pushed us down the driveway. Our plane took off in two hours, and she needed us to get there on time. She stressed that point very throughly.

That was why Edward was driving even faster than he usually did down the slick Washington roads. Alice could be very intimidating when she wanted to be. Edward had my hand in his. He absentmindedly ran his hand over the ring he placed on my finger just a few hours earlier.

“No, actually. I had a good time,” I admitted. Parties were on my not to do list, and I hardly ever enjoyed them. I guessed that Alice had made it that way. She knew what I liked, what I didn't like, so she knew how to make me really love my wedding.

Edward grinned. “Excellent. I knew you were having a good time,” he said, smirking slightly.

“Where are we going?” I asked, changing the subject. I didn't want him to start thinking that throwing parties was an okay thing. Just because I enjoyed one didn't mean I'd enjoy them all.

“Well, I asked you to come away with me,” he answered. He didn't elaborate.

“A little more information would be great,” I said, looking out the window.

“I figured that we could go... well, you'll see.”

I glared at him. He knew just how to irritate me. “You can't do that.”

“Oh, really?” he asked.

I shifted my gaze out the window, and took my hand from him. “Well, if you're going to be like that.”

“I'm kidding, Bella!” he laughed. “We're going everywhere.”

“Pft,” I scoffed. “Everywhere, Edward?”

“Yes, Bella. England, Ireland, France, Italy, the Bahamas, the Caribbean, just everywhere!” he exclaimed. He was getting excited.

I didn't know what to say. It really was like we were going everywhere. Alice had kept our honeymoon plans a secret. She commanded Edward not to tell, and I could only guess that Edward had been itching to tell me ever since he found out. It was a huge secret to keep.

“How long are we going to be gone?” I asked.

“Two months,” he answered.

“Two months!” I gasped. Two months alone with Edward. It was like all my greatest dreams had come true. I'd always pictured our leaving, but I never thought that we'd go around the world without his family.

“Yes. Alice has planned it all out for us. And to be honest, we don't really have to stick to her plans. If you enjoy it somewhere, we will stay if you would like. Alice thinks her plans are set in stone, but she should really know better,” said Edward, grinning.

“I-I just don't even know what to say!” I exclaimed.

“Hmm...” mused Edward. “I love you would work just fine.”

“I love you, then,” I said.

He kissed my hand. “I love you, too, Mrs. Cullen.”

Chills went through me. I was no longer Isabella Marie Swan. I was Isabella Marie Cullen, and I liked that much, much better.

When we got to the airport, Edward checked my bags while I got food. He told me to wait at the Cinnabon, and I was only too happy to oblige. The only thing that would drag me away from the Cinnabon would be if there was an In-n-Out across the way.

I was happily munching on a roll of cinnamony deliciousness when Edward came back. He looked at me oddly when he saw the way I devoured it. I imagined I looked ridiculous. I was standing in an airport, clothed in my wedding dress, and my hands were sticky with icing.

“You like Cinnabon?” he asked.

My mouth hung open. I'm sure Edward had the most lovely view of my half eaten cinnamon bun. “Of course I do. It's probably the best place on the planet.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Oh, Bella,” he sighed.

After we got on the plane, I realized I had no idea where we were going first. We could be headed to somewhere that's cold like the Alps, or somewhere unbearably hot, like Mexico.

“What should I expect when we land?” I asked.

“It's going to be rainy,” was all he said.

“Well, thanks so much,” I said sarcastically.

“I just want it to be a surprise. I already ruined the one surprise that Alice told me not to, so I'm going to keep every place we go next secret.” Edward crossed his arms.

“Can you at least give me another hint? Just one?” I pleaded. I hated suspense.

“It's foggy there.”

I rolled my eyes. “You're no help at all.”

He laughed. “You're so eager to get me to tell you! Aren't surprises supposed to be fun?”

“Well... I don't like them,” I sighed.

“I do,” he said curtly. He didn't say anymore on the subject.

A few hours into the plane ride, I started to get restless. I'd never been on a plane for an extended amount of time, and I found it quite boring. Soon, I found my eyelids getting heavy. I'd been awake all day, and it was already well into the night. It was hard to believe that it was only earlier that morning that I got married.

I put my head against Edward's shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me.

“Tired, love?” he asked.

I nodded. I covered a yawn with my arm.

“Well, we still have a few hours until we land, so you can get some rest.” He kissed the top of my head.

“Mmkay,” I sighed.

I had a rather restless sleep. I kept having dreams about the way that Jacob looked at me before he left the wedding. It was haunting, so say the least. I felt terrible for telling him to leave, but he wasn't enjoying himself there, anyway. I hoped he wasn't too angry.

It seemed like only seconds later that Edward nudged me awake.

“We're landing soon. If you look out the window, I'm sure you might get an idea of where we are.” He reached over me and opened the window shade.

I squinted down at the ground, but only saw large patches of green. I looked at Edward skeptically.

“Maybe not,” he laughed.

As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, the pilot came over the intercom. “Please fasten your seat belts. We are about to land in London, England. The temperature out is sixty-five degrees, and the fog is rather thick out there.”